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Subject: REPOST: A-DAY.TXT 14K "A Day in the Life of Suzy Jenkins" (Mf, cons, incest, pedo, preg, funny)

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A-DAY.TXT (mf,incest,pedo,cons,MAJOR spoof)

This is another story. . . er. . TV show. . .From the same timeline as "Sex Education Class" and "One Fine Morning"

If you don't like underaged sex, then skip this one. On the other hand, if you like heavy-handed humor, then read on.

A Day in the Life of Suzy Jenkins
An Erotic Story

"And now ladies and gentlemen, we bring you 'The continuing saga of The Life of Suzy Jenkins. . . 10-year-old.' Yesterday, as you remember, Suzy had just given her father a blow-job, when her mother walked in the room. Seeing that her little girl had taken every bit of her father's cum inside her mouth, not even pulling off when the man's enormous cum came running out her nose, Marlene figured that Suzy was old enough to learn more advanced methods of getting her father off, and had suggested that Max teach their little girl how to make a baby. It is at this point, that we resume our story. But first, a word from our sponsor."

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"Well Suzy, would you like your Daddy to teach you how to make a baby?"
"Gee Daddy, would you? I thought I'd have to wait until next year, when I was 11, just like Ginny did."
"Well, you seem to be learning a lot faster than your sister. Ginny's already 14, and she just got pregnant for the first time. The neighbors were beginning to make remarks, about how I was neglecting her, and you know that's not true."
"No. I've watched you fucking Ginny, and you always were careful to do it right. She certainly can't complain that you pulled out, or something like that. Some people are just slower than others, when it comes to sex. Heck, my grandmother didn't get pregnant until she was 16, and then her grandfather had to do it."
"No!"
"It's the truth. Great-grandpa was even accused twice of neglecting her, but he was able to show he had been fucking her at least once a week, since she was 11. He might have been accused of being impotent after that, but all the other girls had babies before they were 12. So you see, it does run in the family."
"Gee Momma, if I even wait until I'm 13 like Ginny, all the kids at school will make fun of me. I'd never live it down, if I waited until I was 16 to have a baby!"
"Don't worry Honey. These days, they've got medical assistance, that can help girls as young as 7, or even younger get pregnant."
"Gee Momma, you mean I could have had 2 babies by Daddy by now?"
"It's possible. I've heard of girls as young as 4 getting pregnant, and as young as 5 having babies. That's awful young. Your father and I think that even 10 is a little young, but you've been growing up so fast, that we hate to hold you back, if you want to do it."
"I want to. Really Momma. Can Daddy do it right now? I want to learn how to make a baby, so Daddy and I can practice, until I get it right. Please Momma?"
<Sigh>
"OK dear. Max, You go ahead and show her what to do. Just remember, go easy on her. She's just a little girl."
"Momma! I'm 10 years old! I'm not a baby."
<sigh>

"And now, a word from our sponsor."
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"Also, be sure to watch the Olympic tryouts for the sexual athlete of the year. The fuck-offs start at 2:30 in the afternoon, and continue until the last man can't get it up."
"On Tuesday, be sure to watch 'School Daze' where Marcia is failing bestiality in sex-education class, so the family rents a goat, so that she can practice for the finals. Thing really get funny, when the family finds out that 4-year-old little Diane does a better job of getting the goat off, with her tight little cunny, than Marcia can."
"Also, at 10:00 tonight on the news, we'll have the update on the Marla Lampbert trial, where 16-year-old Marla is suing the school, because she was the only girl in her class, who didn't get raped, in the last semester. She claims discrimination, on account of religion, as she always wore a cross around her neck. The school claims that they don't control which girls get raped by the students, as they might be liable for physical damages, if they did. Marla claims that the psychological damages of being the only one NOT raped, are greater than the physical ones inflicted on her fellow students, and blames the school for sheltering her. This should be an interesting case, as the school presents its evidence by having the other students tell every detail, and even re-enacts some of the rapes on camera with the original participants. Marla's attorney is expected to rebut, by showing how much fun three of the other girls in her class had by getting pregnant, while Marla was denied even a chance at being the class slut. Marla is also expected to use her own uncle to show in court just how qualified she is as a rape-candidate, by demonstrating her sexual techniques on him, in front of the jury. So stay tuned, as KNOB-JOB TV keeps you up to date, on all the juicy details."
"Now back to our program."

"Daddy, are you really going to show me how to make a baby? How to fuck, and get knocked up like Ginny, and everything?"
<grunt>
"Uhuh. Just as soon as I" <grunt> "Get these clothes off."
"While your father's getting undressed, why don't you just lay back here on the bed dear, and play with yourself. That'll help excite your father, so that he'll have lots of baby-stuff to squirt in you, when he's ready."
"OK Momma. Are you going to watch?" <pant> <Pant> "Oh! It's starting to feel good, already!"
"If you think I'm going to miss it, the first time my husband knocks up our little girl, you're crazier than I am. Now you try and make it good for your father, when he 'cums' in you."
<huh> <huh> <pant> "H. . . How's that Momma?"
"Once Daddy gets his cock all the way up inside you, squeeze on it, each time he starts to pull out. That'll milk the sperm out of him, and help you get pregnant."
"OK Momma. But How do I squeeze?"
"Just like you were holding back, when you have to pee. That makes your vagina clench around your father's cock, and makes it feel real good to him. Oh look. Your father's ready now."
"Oh wow Daddy! Is all that going to go inside me?"
"Uhuh. Unless you don't want it. You can always suck me off again, if you'd prefer."
"Oh Daddy. Don't be silly. Fuck me, and get me pregnant. I can't wait to feel your baby kicking and squirming inside me. Please Daddy?"
"Ok Honey. Here it comes. One little baby in one little girl!"

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"Now back to our program."

"Oh Daddy, It's going in!"
"Ungh!"
"Ow!"
"Sorry. Ugh!"
"Oh Daddy. It hurts!"
"Your father's got to break your cherry dear."
"Does he have to Momma? Can't he just squirt the stuff that makes babies inside me, like Mary's father did?"
"Do you REALLY want to be the only virgin in your class dear?"
"No, but why does it. . . OW! . . have to hurt so much?"
<whimper>
"Just a little more, Honey. Ungh! There."
"Ow! Momma it stings."
"Just a little bit now. Daddy's all the way up inside you now, and he's going to squirt his sperm inside you, so you can have a baby, just like Momma, and your big sister did."
"Do it Daddy. Get me pregnant."
"Easy Suzy. If you keep squeezing on my cock like that I'll. . . Oh SHIT!"
"Oh Daddy!"
"Unngghh!"
"Uh!"
<grunt>
"Huh. Huh. Huh. Daddy!"
"Oh Suzy. I love you! Daddy's cumming in his little girl. Oh. Oooh. Oooooohhhh, Suzy!"
"Oooh. I love you too Daddy."
<pant> <pant> <pant>
"Was that good Dear?"
"Oh YES, Momma. I feel so warm and creamy inside."
"See, I told you you'd like it."
"Momma?"
"Yes Dear?"
"Am I pregnant yet?"
"It's possible, but probably not. Most girls don't get pregnant their first time. If you're not though, I'm sure your father could be talked into trying again, until you are."
<sound of a pillow hitting a soft body>
<giggle>
<giggle>

"Well folks, that's it for todays show. Be sure to tune in NEXT week, to see if Max did it right, and actually got little Suzy pregnant on the first try, or has to keep on trying until he does, on 'The continuing saga of The Life of Suzy Jenkins. . . 10-year-old.' Brought to you by: FAMILY condoms, the only condom allowed by the federal government to have only a one per-cent leakage-rate, instead of the usual ten per-cent, as FAMILY condoms are designed for family PLANNING, instead of prevention, along with the rest of the complete line of FAMILY products. Also, be sure to tune in later tonight, when FAMILY products presents a special show on: 'Babies having Babies' or 'Three- Year-Olds pregnant by their own fathers', a frank discussion and actual demonstration of the new Alpha-Byzmatian ovulatory stimulator pills, and the new super-relaxants, that not only allow a three-year-old girl to take a full grown man's penis all the way up inside her vagina without tearing, but to actually get pregnant and have her own father's baby, without resorting to surgical methods. We'll show actual footage, of a 3-year-old not only GETTING pregnant by her father and carrying his baby, but delivering their child without needing anesthetics, or screaming in pain."
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<bong>

Path: bull.hkstar.net!imci3!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in3.uu.net!misery.millcomm.com!Dial-16 From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest Subject: REPOST: APPEARNC.TXT 41K "Appearances" (Mf, cons, incest, pedo, preg) Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: Thu, 22 Aug 96 23:35:26 GMT Organization: Millennium Communications, Inc. Lines: 848 Distribution: world Message-ID: <4viqvr$de2@misery.millcomm.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: dial-16.mpls.millcomm.com X-Newsreader: News Xpress Version 1.0 Beta #1 Xref: bull.hkstar.net alt.sex.incest:20338 alt.sex.stories:154756 alt.sex.stories.incest:3646

"Appearances"
An Erotic Story

"Am I doing it right Daddy?"
I grinned as I heard the question come from my daughter's room. I had just came back into the house after stopping in the driveway, when I found myself almost on the road, wearing a short little dress, but no panties. Around the house, this might be OK, but when meeting with members of the local church, one has to keep up appearances. I was just passing my daughter's bedroom, on the way to slip on a pair, when I heard Karen talking to her father. Curious as to what Dan was teaching the little girl THIS time, I peeked into her bedroom.
It seemed that my husband was always teaching our little girls something. From how to ride a bike, to making a kite, or even how to fix a leaky faucet. Dan was always willing to show you how to do it. Already, either of the girls could unplug a sink, or rewire a lamp just as well as any boy, including their older brother, Mike. Better than most, in fact. The previous week, Dan had taken the motor for the lawnmower apart, while the two girls watched. He then had THEM put it back together; under his supervision of course. Karen and Diane had come back into the house with black faces, and hands that could have been an advertisement for the Mafia. I don't know who had been more proud, the girls, or Dan, when the old motor started on the first pull. So, you can see that it would be no surprise for me to find my husband showing either or both of our daughters how to do something. I wondered what it was this time.
Curious, I peeked a little harder into the bedroom, before Dan and Karen came into focus. Dan was standing beside the bed, naked; and Karen was sitting on it in front of him, also naked. This in itself, was no surprise, as the whole family ran around the house in the "altogether" all the time. The only time anyone cared if they were dressed or undressed, was if we had a guest over. A couple of Karen's friends had been a little shook up, when we treated them like family, and Mike had walked in on them naked.
By now, we knew who would be shocked, and who wouldn't. Also, the children were older and more careful, so the only friends who ever saw any of us naked any more, were those who we already knew wouldn't be upset. As I said, casual nudity was the norm at our house. With 65 acres of land, a tall fence in front, and neighbors who believed that what you did on your land, was your business, we never worried about clothes in, or even out of our house. Only when we went out to the store, or to visit, or something, did we make sure to wear "appropriate" attire. Most of our friends knew this, and many's the time I saw 14 or 15 naked kids splashing in the pool, or playing tag in the back of the barn.
As I said, seeing my husband and daughter both nude in her bedroom, didn't ring any bells of alarm, like it might have in some households. Not only was it normal for one or all of us to be undressed, but I knew how much my husband loved our little girls; and I would never have imagined him molesting them, if I hadn't caught him red-handed.

I wondered what Karen was looking at in her father's lap, that was so interesting. The little girl had her face so close to him, that you might almost have thought she was sucking him off. I grinned at the thought, and was about to announce myself, and tell Dan the obscene thought that had run through my head.
I figured that Dan would get a kick out of it. Karen sucking him off indeed! I grinned to myself, and opened my mouth to say something, when Karen pulled away from her father. There was an obscene "Slurp," as the little girl's lips puckered around her father's penis as she pulled back.
"How was that, Daddy?" she asked. "Did I do it right?"
The little girl licked the tip of her father's cock, before popping the head back into her mouth like a lollipop. I could hear faint "Mmmmmm." sounds from my daughter's lips, as she tickled the tip of her father's cock with her tongue, and pursed her lips just behind the glans.
My mouth, which I had opened to joke with my husband stayed open in astonishment. "Why that sonavabitch!" I thought to myself. "I'll KILL the bastard!" I was about to tear into the room screaming, when I remembered a story I had read, where a little girl had been caught having sex with her uncle. In the story (I'm not sure if it was a true one, or not.) the little girl had been damaged more by the accusations, and fighting that took place between her uncle and mother, than by having sex with her uncle. The little girl had been so scared by all the bad reactions, that she had ended up frigid for life, unable to enjoy a normal sex life with anyone.
I didn't want that to happen to Karen. I decided I'd better not interrupt them, as I would probably lose my temper, and maybe hurt Karen by accident.
I grit my teeth, and held myself back by sheer force of will. Maybe I wouldn't stop Dan THIS time, but for sure there would never be another when I finished with him. I wondered how long he had been molesting the little girl, and what method he was using to force her to perform such an obscene act with her own father. I almost boiled at the thought of the man I thought I had loved, forcing his own daughter to suck him off.
He was going to pay, and pay, and pay! I wondered just how much of a hold he had on the little girl, to force her to do this. Whatever it was, I figured that I would use it against him.
My rage at the thought of what my husband had been doing to make Karen do such a nasty thing was almost overwhelming. (No, I don't think fellatio is all that bad. On occasion, I did it for Dan, just because I loved him.) Well no more! I resolved, that from then on, the only sex my husband would get, was from his own hand. That is, unless he wanted spend the rest of his life behind bars. I was almost mad enough to put him there as it was.
The thought of my husband forcing our little girl to suck him off, was so disgusting, that if it wasn't for the thought that I might hurt Diane and Karen worse by divorcing him, I would have been on the phone already.

Steeling myself, I backed around the corner, where I could observe my husband through the crack between the door and the jamb, without being seen. I wanted to make sure that Dan didn't hurt Karen, before he was through. If I heard one little yelp of pain from my daughter, then all bets were off! I'd rescue the little girl, if I had to Kill my husband to do it. The way I was feeling, that wouldn't be hard for me to do. "Enjoy it, you bastard!" I whispered through my teeth. "That's the last sex you're going to get from her. Or anybody else, for that matter."
I hoped Dan would cum quickly, so I could rescue Karen without making it a traumatic experience for her. If I hadn't been trembling so much with rage, that I could barely walk, I would have sneaked out, and come back in, slamming the door to let them know that I was there. As it was, there was no way I could leave easily, without it being obvious. Afterwards, I could let them know I was there, but If I spoke up now, they would know I was eavesdropping.
". . . Daddy?" I was brought back to attention by my daughter's question. Perhaps if I listened, I could find out how long my husband had been forcing the little girl to have sex with him, and if (Oh god! What a horrible thought!) he had been molesting Diane as well.
"Are you going to cum. Daddy?" repeated Karen. The thought almost made me scream.
"If you keep that up, I will," responded Dan. "I don't see why you ever thought you needed lessons, in the first-place. You're a natural-born cocksucker."
"Huh?" I thought. "She needed lessons?" I wondered just what sort of obscene prank my husband had pulled on the little girl, to get her to agree to this dirty-old-man fantasy. And calling his own daughter a cocksucker! Here I had thought he loved the girl. Some love! Lust is more like it.
"Thanks Daddy!" said Karen pausing in her yeoman's work on her father's cock. "You're just saying that to make me feel good. I know I'm not as good as Momma." The little girl sure didn't SOUND forced.
"Your mother's had a lot more experience than you. Still, I think you almost make up for it in enthusiasm. In fact, If you don't watch out, I'm almost ready to cum. You'd better stop now, before I cum in your mouth. Karen!"
Karen had actually speeded up her frantic sucking on Dan's penis. Hearing that her father was about to cum, didn't seem to scare her at all. Quite the contrary!
The little girl paused just long enough to ask, "Doesn't it feel good to cum in a woman's mouth, Daddy?"
I could tell by the strained sound of my husband's voice, that he was almost ready to fill our little girl's mouth with his seed, as he struggled to answer. "Yes, but you don't have to. I can finish it off myself."

"Daddy! I told you, I wanted to learn how to give a blow- job, and that's why I asked you to teach me. I want to learn how to do it right! You've always insisted that if we were going to learn to do something, we learn to do it the right way, or not at all! So stop being silly, and cum in my mouth like you're supposed to. How am I going to learn how to do it right otherwise?"
"I guess," said Dan, "if you insist. I still can't believe how you managed to trick me into teaching you this in the first place. That was a sneaky, nasty trick, and you know it." He didn't sound too mad about it though.
All of a sudden, I found that I had to revise my whole world-view again. Karen had tricked Dan into doing this? I listened even closer now, to the couple in the other room. I caught the tail-end of Karen's giggle, as she removed her mouth from her father's penis long enough to respond.
"Well Daddy," she replied, "you were the one who taught me how to maneuver someone into a corner! Mmmmm. Your cock tastes good."
"I knew I was going to regret teaching you that," said Dan. He sighed, then continued, "Oh well, if your going to learn to suck cock, you might as well learn to do it right, I guess. So. For one thing, when a man's about to cum, like I am, you don't want to lick on the head like that. The head of a man's penis gets very sensitive, when he's about to cum, and for a while afterwards." I could tell that Dan was having a hard time holding back, while he gave the instructions.
"Mmmm. Mmd," mumbled Karen. I thought it meant, "OK, Daddy." I could see that she must have changed her attack on Dan's penis, because the strained look left his face.
"That's better," he said. "Now suck on it. Try to purse your lips as far down the shaft as you can. Lick the underside too. The tube on the bottom feels especially good to a man, when you lick it there."
"Mmmk," agreed Karen.
"Ungh. Uh! I'm going to cum. Take Daddy's sperm in your mouth. You can spit it out afterwards," said Dan, struggling to hold off a little bit longer.
"Do I have to spit it out?" asked Karen, then hurriedly clamped her mouth back over her father's prick.
That was the last straw for my husband. Knowing that his own daughter actually WANTED to swallow his cum was too exciting.
In all our years of lovemaking, I had let Dan cum in my mouth about 10 or 20 times. I had never swallowed it though. Now my little daughter not only has my husband ejaculate his semen in her mouth, but she actually WANTED to swallow it? Here I had thought I was being so generous, to let Dan cum in my mouth once in a while. I felt ashamed that my own daughter had to teach me was love really was.
I watched, as Dan lost the last little bit of control, and began to spasm our little girl's mouth full of his thick sticky cum. "Unhg. Unh. Oooooh!" he groaned.
Karen didn't pull away. In fact, she seemed to suck even harder, trying to extract every last drop of her father's sperm into her eager little mouth.

I resolved that I was NOT going to let my own daughter show me up. The next time Dan and I made love, I was going to suck him off properly, and I wasn't going to spit it out either. If my little girl loved her father enough to swallow his cum, then surely I loved him at least as much.
All of a sudden, I realized what I was thinking. From being ready to almost kill my husband, for showing Karen how to suck his cock, I was now planning on rewarding him for the same thing.
I couldn't believe how fast my priorities had changed. I knew that I was no longer mad at him for teaching the little girl about sex, once it became obvious that it was not only HER idea, but that she had tricked him into this mess as well. What really amazed me, was that I found that I was no longer even annoyed at the prospect of my husband teaching our daughters about sex. In fact, I was getting turned on at the idea. So much so, that I was actually contemplating sucking my husband's cock and swallowing his cum. Something I had never done in all the years we had been married.
I felt a little ashamed of myself. No, not for wanting to swallow Dan's cum. Not even for letting Karen do it, while I watched. No, what I was ashamed of, was that it took my own daughter to show me how much I had been denying my husband, when I had thought I loved him. No more. From now on, Dan was going to think he was in heaven. I was going to see that he got so many different kinds of sex, he wouldn't know where to put his cock. Yes, even if he wanted to fuck me in the ass. We had never done it before. (I had been too scared, when I was younger, and eventually Dan had stopped asking.) This time, I was going to shock my husband, by asking HIM.
All these weighty decisions took place in less time than it took for my husband to deliver three good squirts of thick sticky cum in our daughter's mouth.
Dan managed to compose himself enough to resume his lessons, as the last sticky curds must have been oozing out onto our little girl's tongue. "No," he finally replied to Karen's previous question, "you don't HAVE to spit it out. Your mother does, but you don't have to. In fact, most men like the idea of a pretty girl swallowing their sperm."
Karen blushed, when Dan called her a "pretty girl," but didn't remove her mouth from his cock. "Mmmm," she said. I was almost certain I could see her Adam's-apple go up and down, as she swallowed. She seemed to suck even harder, trying to extract every last drop from her father's cock.
"Easy," said Dan, running his hands through our little girl's hair, "remember what I told you about the head of a man's penis getting sensitive. Just purse your lips around the base, and strip the last bit out with your tongue and lips." Dan started panting, as the little girl followed his instructions.
Finally, Karen must have stopped getting any more, so she lifted her face from her father's now shrunken penis. "Did I do it right, Daddy?" she asked. "Did you like it?"
"Oh God, did you ever," said Dan, replying to her first question. "I sure did like it. Almost too much in fact."

Karen seemed to get excited by this. "'You mean it Daddy?" she asked. "I'm really good?" At his nod, she continued with the exuberance of youth, "Does that mean we can do it again, Daddy? I really liked it."
"Oh God," said Dan, "we can't. We shouldn't have done it this time. If your mother ever found out, she'd kill me."
I stifled a giggle. About ten minutes earlier, I would have agreed with him. Now I was slightly disappointed that he wasn't planning on going any further. Sometimes, I even shock myself. I wondered just how much "further" I was willing to let the two of them go.
"Why not?" asked Karen reasonably. "If I want to, and you like it, what's wrong with that?"
"Oh Jesus," said Dan. I could tell he was wondering how he had gotten into this mess. "For one thing, it just isn't done," he explained, "A man isn't supposed to have his own daughter suck his cock."
"Hunh!" sniffed Karen, showing what the world could do with its opinions of what is or isn't "done."
Dan ignored her unvoiced disdain for what other people thought. To some extent, everybody in the family shared that opinion, including me. "The real reason we shouldn't," he continued, "is that I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to stop."
At this, Karen seemed to lose her patience. "So what!" she exclaimed. "You liked it. I liked it. Nobody's getting hurt. Why SHOULD we stop?" For a second, she glared at her father, then slumped. "Why should we stop?" she repeated.
"Well, for one thing, we don't want your mother to get mad," replied Dan.
I stifled another giggle. Me mad? Not now I wasn't! I may have been, but right now I was getting hot, not mad. I suddenly realized that I had been unconsciously fingering my crack, at the hope that Karen might give her father another blow-job, while I was watching.
I started to remove my finger, then relaxed and stroked harder. "C'mon Dan," I thought to myself, "give your little girl another faceful of cum, like she wants." I was almost boiling at the very thought. I knew that from now on, I would be trying to catch Dan and Karen together as much as possible.
A whole new avenue of sexual pleasures had been opened to me, and I had my own daughter to thank. Swallowing cum, (By now, I was actually looking forward to not only tasting Dan's cum but swallowing every drop, as well.) anal sex, (Yes, I was going to do that, and yes, I WAS going to enjoy it!) and now voyeurism. Watching my little girl having sex, was a definite turn-on. I began to wonder if I could arrange it somehow, so that Dan would start teaching Diane about sex, just like he was teaching her younger sister. By now, my cunny was soaking wet, at the very thought.
Dan had said something that I missed, but I picked up the conversation from Karen's reply. "What do you mean, it won't stop here?" she asked.

"I mean," said Dan, "that if we continue doing this, we won't be able to stop at my just teaching you how to give a blow- job. Pretty soon you would want to know how it feels to have a man licking you down there, just like you just did to me."
Karen squirmed at this. I could tell that she had already been thinking that very thought.
"After that," continued Dan, inexorably, "you'd want to learn more and more, until one day we'd find ourselves naked on the bed together, with my cock stuck up inside your tight little vagina, filling your womb with the stuff that make babies. You'd probably end up pregnant by your own father, as I wouldn't be able to resist. Besides, your mother would probably kill me, if she knew we had done this much. We've got to stop now, before we get carried away, and she finds out about it."
I stifled yet another snigger. Boy, was HE in for a rude awakening. "If I found out," indeed! Then I had another thought. It would be kind of cute, to let the guy think he was getting away with something.
I jerked my attention back to the other room, where Karen was speaking again. "You mean you'd do it, if Momma knew about us, and didn't mind?" she asked.
Dan chuckled at the very thought. "Sure," he agreed easily.
Suddenly, I knew how Dan had gotten trapped by Karen into giving her lessons in giving a blow-job. With crystal clarity, I knew what was coming next, and I almost bit my tongue in two, to keep from saying something, and warning Dan.
"You mean, you'd fuck me, and cum in me, and teach me how to make a baby, and everything, If you knew that Momma didn't mind what we were doing?"
"Well. . .," Dan started. For a moment, I thought he was going to see the trap, but he put his foot right on the trigger. "Your Mother would have a fit, if she knew what we've done already, let alone that," he said.
Karen didn't give him a chance to think, as she pressed on. "You'd do it, if you knew Momma didn't mind what we did?"
Dan stepped in, and the trap closed. "I suppose," he said, "but there's not a chance in the world of that."
Karen stifled a grin, as she snapped the lock shut on the gate. "Promise?" she asked.
"Promise," said Dan, taking the key from her, and throwing it away. In our house, a promise was sacred. I figured that Karen had somehow made him "promise" to help her with some problem, and the problem had turned out to be that she needed lessons in giving head. "But there's not much chance of that," continued my husband, now testing the bars of his cage, when it was too late. "Your mother would never approve of this."
Karen could no longer hold her glee. "Oh I wouldn't say that," she chortled. "Momma's been watching us for the last 10 minutes, and hasn't objected so far. In fact," she said, looking me straight in the eyes, through the crack in the doorframe, "she's been fingering herself off, while we did it. I think Momma is turned on at the thought of her little girl getting fucked."

Oh shit! Caught red-handed. Or at least red-faced, and slippery-handed. What could I say? I thought about it. then gave a sigh of resignation. I decided, "What the heck!" So I slipped out of my skirt and blouse, and joined my astonished husband and daughter.
After a minute, Dan finally closed his gaping mouth. By that time, I had finished getting undressed, and was just as naked as they were. "To heck with the church social," I thought, "This is far more interesting."
"OK," I told my husband, "she caught us both. Dan, I always knew this business of teaching the girls everything would get out of hand. Do you realize, that you just promised to not only fuck our daughter, but to get her pregnant as well?"
Dan's eyes got big, as he thought about this. "I didn't say that!" he protested.
Karen giggled, as I pointed out his mistake. SHE knew what she had done!
"You said, 'You would not only fuck her, and cum inside her, but that you would teach her how to make a baby,'" I reminded him. "In my mind, and I'm sure that Karen agrees with me, that means actually getting her pregnant, so that she knows what if feels like to have a baby, not just getting fucked once or twice and taking a chance."
Karen nodded, confirming my suspicions. She had actually set it up, so that she could fuck her own father, and have his baby. Not only that, but somehow she had wangled my permission for her to do so. I knew that from now on, I wouldn't be worried about Karen being able to make her way in the outside world. With a devious little mind like that, she could hold her own with anybody.
Surprisingly, I wasn't mad. My pride at her brilliance overcame my natural jealousy. I just hoped she would enjoy being a mother as much as I had. "Go on," I told them both, "you might as well start now, as later. The sooner you fuck her, the sooner she'll get pregnant."
Karen and Dan both stared at me, surprised by my cavalier attitude. That didn't stop them from following my instructions, however. Dan was already motioning for Karen to get on the bed, so that he could get between her legs, when the little girl stopped to ask one last question.
"Uh Momma," she asked, a little worriedly, "can Daddy keep fucking me, even AFTER I get pregnant?"
Oh Geesh! She hadn't even been fucked the first time, and she was already worried about having to quit, when her belly got big!
"No Dear," I sighed, "you don't have to stop. Just remember, Dan's MY husband, and I like to fuck too."
"Oh Momma," said Karen, "I'm not trying to steal Daddy. I just want to fuck a little. I won't be needing him THAT much."
I thought about how horny I had been at her age, and grinned. "Don't be making any promises," I warned. Still, I did stop worrying.
Karen thought over my advice, then nodded. If anyone knew the dangers of getting stuck with a promise, it should be her. Of course, Dan could give lessons as well.

"So my little girl wants to learn how to fuck, and how babies are made," said Dan, approaching our daughter, with his big cock dribbling pre-cum all over the little girl's slit. "OK Honey, you asked for it. Daddy's going to stick his big nasty old cock all the way up inside your tight little baby-hole, and fill your cute little tummy so full of baby-juice, you won't stop having kids until you're out of college." We all giggled, as Dan went on, in a more serious note, "Normally, I'd take my time, and get you all worked up, but I see you've already done that. Besides, all this talk of you actually WANTING me to get you pregnant has me about ready to cum, before I even get it inside you. So. . ."
There was a sudden groan from Dan, a slight "Ow," from Karen, and My husband's penis had vanished into the little girl's body.
"Ooooh!" said Dan, "She's so tight inside, I think I'm going to cum, before I get it all the way inside her. Careful, Karen. Don't squirm like that. You'll have me cumming, before we're ready."
"I can't help it Daddy," replied Karen. "It tickles inside. Oh. Ooooh!"
I could tell, that they were both ready to climax. I was so proud of my little girl. Barely started on her first fuck, and already reaching for a climax. I hadn't cum, until Dan and I had been fucking for a week, in that old bed in the hayloft.
"Momma, what's Daddy doing to Karen?" The little voice at my elbow, almost made me jump out of my skin. Unnoticed, Mike and Diane had come up, and had joined me in watching their sister and father.
I heaved a sigh. Oh well. They would have found out soon enough, when their sister's belly started to get big.
"Daddy's teaching your sister how to make a baby," I said, putting it in as an obscene and bald a manner as possible.
Both kids considered this for a moment.
"That's not fair," said Diane, "I'm older than Karen. When's Daddy going to teach ME how to make a baby?"
Oh shit. I forgot how it would look to her. She was right. It wasn't fair.
"How about me?!" said Mike. "I'm older than either of you. How come I always get left out. Just because you're both girls!"
Double shit! He had a point there.
I had a sudden brilliant (if nasty) idea. It wasn't as if I would be starting something the kids wouldn't think of themselves either. Especially not after seeing their sister and father.
"Diane," I said, "why don't you get up on the bed, alongside your sister. There's plenty of room."
Mike sent me a black look, thinking he was going to have to watch BOTH his sister's enjoying something that was denied to him, just because he was a boy.
I almost grinned, but managed to continue, "Now Mike, why don't you get up there, and start practicing making a baby in Diane. Just do whatever you see your father do. That way, you can all learn at the same time. You just practice making a baby in Diane, while your father makes a baby in your little sister."

When I heard that last line come out of my mouth, it was too much. It was so obscene, but so sexy too. It sounded like somebody's idea of a dirty joke; like the old one that Dan used to tell me was the dirtiest short little joke in the world:
'Gee brother, you fuck almost as good as Daddy does.'
'I know, that's what Momma told me.'
I giggled again. I knew that from now on, any time someone told an off-color joke I'd be tempted to say, "Have you heard this one? A mother is talking to her son, and she says, 'Mike, why don't you practice making a baby in Diane, while your father makes a baby in your little sister.'"
Of course, I'd have to change the names a little, unless I could trust them. I giggled again at the joke. "Practice making a baby in your little sister," indeed!
I may have thought it was a joke, but the rest of the family hadn't. I had barely been aware of Diane's quiet little "Ouch," as she lost her virginity, before the bed was just one big nasty.
Since Dan was too heavily involved in the "hands-on" portion of teaching Karen, I figured that it was up to me to continue the oral part of instructing the children. "If you look at your father," I told Mike and Diane, distracting the boy enough to keep him from splattering his little sister's belly full of cum prematurely, "you'll see that he's about to squirt a thick white sticky liquid up inside your little sister. This white-stuff is called cum, and it contains Daddy's sperm. That's what makes babies in little girls. So when Daddy squirts his cum in your sister, you'll know he might be making a baby inside her."
I turned to my husband, who had gotten red in the face. The feel of his own little girl's tight little slit squeezing on his swollen cock was taking its toll. "Oh God," he groaned, "I'd better pull out. I can't knock-up my own kid. I mean, it's just not right!"
For all his protesting, I noticed that Dan kept pushing his engorged penis as far up inside the little girl as he could. On the other hand, I knew he would probably pull out before he came, if he felt guilty enough.
"Don't you DARE pull out," I admonished him. "You'll make Karen think you don't love her enough to keep your promise, even about something as important as this."
"Yeah Daddy," interjected Karen, "you promised!"
I could tell that Dan was weakening. Besides, I knew that he really didn't WANT to pull out anyway. The feeling of his own daughter's tight little cunny milking on his cock, as the little girl actually TRIED to get him to father a child on her, must have been exquisite. I gave him the encouragement he needed.
"Yes Dan, You promised," I repeated. "Besides, SHE wants you to do this; I want you to do it; and I know that even YOU are turned on by the idea of getting your own little girl pregnant."
That last, was no lie. I could see that Dan was fighting to keep from splattering his little girl's body full of baby-juice, at the same time he fought with his conscience. His conscience was losing.

All this argument, had distracted Mike long enough, that he managed to keep from filling his little sister's vagina with baby-making sperm a little longer as well. He spoke up, trying to get the family back into the erotic mood, that Dan had interrupted.
"Yeah Daddy," he said, "if Karen wants you to get her pregnant, what's the big deal? It's not as if you were raping her."
"Yeah Daddy," chimed in Diane, "if Karen wants your baby, and you want to give her one, what's the problem? Besides, you did promise."
"You promised, Daddy," repeated Karen.
That was it. Dan gave up. If his whole family wanted him to impregnate his little girl, including most especially Karen herself, then he would do it. Actually, I knew that the thought of making a baby in his own daughter was quite exciting to my husband. He had just never believed that the little girl would actually WANT to have her own father's baby, or that I would let him do it, if she DID want it.
Dan's pants became faster, and I knew he wouldn't be talking with anything but his cock, for the next couple of minutes. Watching his own son trying to impregnate one daughter, while the younger of his two girls squeezed the heck out of his cock as the little girl tried to reproduce with her own father, was to much for Dan. Even though he had already spent himself in the little girl's mouth less than 15 minutes earlier, he wasn't over 2 more inside his daughter, before he began spasming the little girls tight little belly full of incestuous sperm. I saw my husband's fat cock expand in our little girl's tight little slit. Her bare cunny-lips were stretched obscenely around her father's dong, as Dan did his best to impregnate his own daughter.
By now, all the family members on the bed were past words, as I saw my husband jam his oversized member as far up in our little girl's belly as he could. From his frantic jerking, and his grunts of pleasure, it was obvious that Dan was doing his best to fill the child's womb with his potent sperm.
On the other side of the bed, Mike wasn't doing much better. In fact, he almost beat his father to the punch. The boy had never actually put his cock right up inside a girl before, and the feeling of his little sister's tight little baby-hole squeezing and clamping around his penis was too exciting for him.
Shortly, I knew the boy was emulating his father, as I watched him jam his erupting penis all the way up in his little sister's belly, and hold it there. I looked between the boy's legs, and could actually see the tube on the bottom of his prick bulge, each time another dollop of incestuous sperm was injected into his little sister's womb.
"That's it Mike," I encouraged him. "Push your cock as far up inside your little sister as you can. The more sperm you leave inside her, and the farther up it goes, the better the chance that you'll make a baby in Diane."

I could hardly believe the words coming out of my own mouth. Not a half-hour ago, I would probably shot my husband, if I even THOUGHT he might be molesting one of our daughters. Now, I had not only encouraged him to fuck Karen, but I had almost blackmailed him into impregnating the little girl.
To top it all, I was now encouraging my son to make a baby in his own little sister? As I said, I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I did it anyway.
I shivered with excitement, as I realized I could be watching my own son impregnate his little sister. Such a nasty, obscene, and thoroughly exiting thought! My baby boy's sperm might be joining in my baby girl's womb with her egg, to make another little baby girl inside her. I hoped so. I wanted my son to make a little girl in his sister, so that he would someday be able to copy his father, and make a baby in his own daughter. I shuddered in a quiet climax of my own, at the very idea.
Sadly, neither girl seemed to climax this first time, but both of them seemed to be happy just knowing that they had made their partners feel so good.
I knew I had to do it. There are some things you know you shouldn't do, that you just HAVE to do anyway. Like a horrible pun. You just CAN'T resist telling it. You know you shouldn't, but you can't resist. It was the same in this case. I just HAD to say this. After I said it, I was even more surprised, to learn that I meant it.
"Now Mike," I said, getting his attention, after he finally stopped pumping his little sister full of his incestuous seed, "I want you to practice making a baby in your little sister, at least once a day." (Oh God! What a line!)
"As for you Diane, I want you to tell me, if your big brother doesn't fuck you at least once a day. Understand?"
Diane gaped at me in surprise, then a big grin lit up her face. "Yes Momma," she replied, then giggled.
I ignored the giggle, and turned to my other daughter. "Karen, the same thing goes for you. I want you to tell me, if your father doesn't help you practice making a baby, at least once a day." By now, my grin was threatening my ability to talk.
"But not if he does it more often, huh?" Karen's grin matched mine and her little sister's. All of a sudden, it was too much. The whole family burst out laughing, as I managed to choke, "No, not if he does it more often."
The whole family must have howled and choked with laughter for over five minutes. Still, each one promised to, "Do his duty," and help the other partner "practice" as often as he or she wanted to.
By the time we managed to get off the bed, some three hours later, both little girls had "practiced" at least 3 times, and I had even managed to get in a little practice myself. No, I'm not telling you who I practiced with. Sometimes things look nastier (or sexier) if you DON'T say something, than if you do.

Well, disappointing as it sounds, neither girl got pregnant right then, I guess their bodies just weren't ready yet. Dan and Mike kept practicing making a baby in the two little girls, and eventually they both succeeded. Karen and Diane both had little baby girls, just as we had hoped for. Karen's baby weighed 7 pounds, six ounces; and she named it Danielle. (I wonder who she was naming it after?) Diane's baby was a little bigger, at 7 pounds 8 ounces; and she named it (logically enough) Michelle.
Me? How did you guess? Yes, I got pregnant too. In fact, it took Karen and Diane longer to get pregnant than I did; and I had to go off the pill first. I was already almost 6 months pregnant, by the time Karen first caught.
Oh, you don't care about how long it took; you want to know about the baby! Joseph (or, as we call him, "Little Joe.") came into the world at 3:23 AM, weighing 8 pounds 3 ounces. (Well, ONE of us had to make a boy! How else would Dan and Mike's kids be able to know the joy of fucking their own brother?)
Right now, all three kids sleep in the same bed, and we don't plan on changing this, when they get older. I wished I had been smart enough, to do it with Mike and HIS sisters, when they were small.
Oh well, he's certainly making up for lost time. It's been a little over a year now, since Karen had her baby, and when I passed the children's room this morning, I heard the little girl squealing with delight, as her big brother helped her "practice" making a baby again. After all, as she had told me the night before: "Now that Daddy had taught her how to make a baby, she didn't want to get out of practice, did she?" I hoped Diane had another little girl this time.
With this thought, I hurried down to the bedroom I now shared with Dan and Diane. I wanted to make sure that my husband didn't let my elder daughter get out of practice either.
I guess that this is all just a lesson to not be deceived by appearances. If I had jumped to the conclusion that "appeared" to be warranted by catching my husband giving our little girl a lesson in sex, then we all would have suffered. So watch out. Just because it "appears" to be true, doesn't mean it is. Just like my husband "appeared" to be forcing Karen to have sex, when in reality, she was forcing him! I'm so glad that I didn't let appearances deceive me.
Oh, by the way. Dan says that both girls have learned their lessons VERY well. In fact, they are both almost as good as I am, at sucking him off, fucking him, or whatever else "cums" up. In fact, he says the only place I really have an edge over them, is when it comes to anal sex. I guess, when it comes to taking it up the ass, you've got to have incentive, like I do.
My daughters may be younger and prettier than I am, but they aren't going to love my husband more than I do. Not that they would try to steal Dan away from me. I know they love us both too much for that. Besides, I think they are both going to marry their brother when they get older. "How's that?" you say. Well, all I'll tell you, is that while all my kids are Dan's; (oops) he wasn't my first husband. (Appearances CAN be deceiving, can't they?) Officially, Mike is my first husband's child.

Of course, Mike is going to have to PUBLICLY only marry one of the two girls. The other will just be his sister-in-law, who lives with them. Just for appearances, of course.

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ASSUMPTN.TXT(mf,cons,pedo,preg)

OK. We've gotten a lot of requests for "preggie" stories lately. As I've said, MOST of my stories (and Tammy's) at least touch on the subject. This one (like a lot of the others we write) makes a point of it.

If you don't like stories of family-members, or little girls having sex, then skip this one.

DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS!

And don't try this at home, these are trained professionals. You, or someone you love could get hurt, if this isn't done under expert supervision.

Anyone doing anything, and trying to point to this, as an example, is full of horse-turds. This is a story. It is not a recommendation, of something to do. In fact, I strongly urge anyone even contemplating doing the things suggested by this story to seek professional help. In a hurry!

Final warning!
This story contains mostly straight sex, between a man and a young girl. It involves incest, and is definitely NOT "safe-sex" as the girl gets pregnant. Yes knocked-up, baby-time. If you're still reading this, you must like such stories.

Assumptions

or

How I "Got Pregnant"
An Erotic Story

"Uh Lynn?"
"Yes Grandpa?"
"You're not on the pill, are you?" Grandpa seemed to be worried about something.
"Huh?" I said. Pill? I wondered what he meant.
"Forget it. Of course you're not." Grandpa seemed to hesitate for a minute, slowing up the slip-slide of his "thing" inside me. "When was your last period?" At my hesitation, he continued, "You know, your monthlies."
For a second, I didn't get the reference, then I remembered how I had been bleeding every month, for the past year or so. Momma had shown me how to wear pads, so my panties didn't get all bloody, but we hadn't discussed it much. She seemed to think I'd find out about it later, when I needed to. In a way, I guess she was right. Once I had figured this out, I answered my grandfather. "I dunno, Grandpa. A couple of weeks ago, I guess."
"Good," said Grandpa, suddenly shoving his "thing" up inside me hard. "Then there's a good chance you might 'catch' right now. Wow! My own daughter puts me in bed with my cute sexy granddaughter. Not only a virgin, but she's not on the pill, and probably fertile right now. Karen must WANT me to knock the kid up."
Grandpa's "thing" seemed to get even bigger inside me. "Oh Honey, I'm gonna do it" said Grandpa. "Do you mind if I cum inside you?"
"Huh?" I couldn't make much sense of Grandpa's ramblings.
"Hold still, Honey," said Grandpa, ignoring my question. "I'm gonna. . . "
I felt Grandpa's "thing" swell, and a bulge rippled through it, and up into my crack.
"Grandpa!" I objected. "Don't PEE in me. Momma will kill me, if I get the bed wet." I struggled to pull away, then thought better of it. If Grandpa WAS peeing in me, and I pulled away, for SURE we'd get it all over the bed. At least if I let him finish, I might be able to hold it inside me long enough to get to the bathroom.
"NOT peeing in you," grunted Grandpa. "CUMMING in you! Hold still for a second. Ugnh! Aaahhh! There! THAT ought to knock you up Lynn!"
With each grunt, I felt another bulge ripple through Grandpa's "thing," stretching my hole, as he squirted SOMETHING inside me. By this time, I KNEW it wasn't pee, as if it had been, the bed would have been soaked by now. Whatever Grandpa was squirting inside me obviously wasn't as runny as pee, and there wasn't as much of it either. I stopped worrying, Grandpa seemed to know what he was doing, and besides, it was starting to feel good.

I was disappointed, when Grandpa finally stopped. I was just beginning to like it. Grandpa shuddered for a minute or two, then relaxed. I was surprised, when two minutes later I heard a quiet snore. Grandpa was asleep.
I felt between my legs, where Grandpa's "thing" still kept whatever he had squirted in me, inside. My finger picked up something, and I squinted at it in the semi-darkness. White and sticky, definitely NOT pee. What had Grandpa called it? "Cum?" I sniffed at it, then tasted it. A distinctive smell, but one I couldn't remember smelling before. . . except maybe once, that time in the bookstore, when I used the restroom, while Papa looked at the "Adult" books. It had smelled something like this. Kind of funny, and musty. It tasted something like it smelled. Bland, slightly sweet and sticky, like library paste. Not something you would WANT to order for breakfast, but not nasty like shit, or pee either. I was about to wipe my finger off, when I remembered: I didn't have anything to wipe it on, and I didn't want to get it on the sheets, and make a mess. SHIT! And Grandpa's arm was around me, clutching my breast, and wouldn't let go. Unless I made a fuss, I was stuck here, with Grandpa's "thing" still dripping his "cum" inside my vagina. (Yes, I know the word.) Steeling myself, I licked my finger off, and swallowed. Not as bad as I originally thought. Certainly better than pee, and I'd actually tasted THAT before, at least a couple of times. Once, on a kind of dare to myself, I'd drank almost a quarter of a cup of it. It hadn't made me sick or anything, just a little queasy. Compared with THAT, this stuff tasted good. I settled down to sleep.
Later that night, I woke up to feel Grandpa pushing his "thing" up inside me again. It felt good this time, so I didn't object. For about ten minutes, Grandpa slid his thing in and out, before squirting more of that same white sticky-stuff inside me.
When I was going to get up and wipe myself, Grandpa stopped me. "Leave it in, Honey," he said. "I want to get you pregnant. I can't wait to see your belly nice and big."
I was a little confused. "Get me pregnant?" I thought a bit, and wondered if that white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted inside me was the "pregnant" that he was talking about, and if it was supposed to stay inside me, and "make my belly get big." I was too sleepy to find out. "OK Grandpa," I said, yawning, "if you say so." I snuggled back down to sleep, with my grandfather's "cum" inside me "getting me pregnant." I resolved to ask Grandpa to explain it all to me in the morning.
Two hours later, I woke up again, just as Grandpa did it again. The warm creamy feel of his cum sliding inside my little tummy just soothed me back to sleep. "Thanks Grandpa," I murmured.

"Thank YOU! Lynn. Grandpa loves you very much."
"'love you too, Grandpa." I was asleep again, this time with my grandfather's "thing" still stuck up inside me, holding his "cum" inside me like a cork. I was happy that I could make Grandpa feel so good. Besides, Grandpa's thing felt nice, sliding in and out of my hole. Now, feeling it throbbing inside me while I slept, made me dream wonderful dreams of being comforted and being loved. Grandpa's body behind me, and his big hand holding onto my budding little titty was so comfortable. . .
The next day, Momma was shocked, when she learned that Grandpa had spent the whole night in my bedroom with me. At first, she was going to make him sleep in the living-room, on the floor, but when I told her that I didn't mind, if Grandpa slept with me, she looked at both of us strangely, then acquiesced. She looked at Grandpa sharply, and then said, "Papa. You be careful. She's only 12 years old."
Grandpa looked hurt, and innocent. "Would I hurt my own granddaughter?" he asked.
"No," said Momma, "but you might knock her up. If I had any place else to put you. . . but with all these relatives in this reunion, I don't know where I'd fit you."
"I could always sleep in the truck," said Grandpa, referring to his beat-up old jalopy.
I finally spoke up. "It's OK Momma," I said. "Grandpa can sleep with me. I don't mind."
Momma looked like she was going to say something, maybe to warn me about the dangers of sleeping with my own grandfather, but just then my big brother came in, and soon she, my big brother, and Papa were all engaged in a big discussion over what they were going to cook the corn in, since the big corn-kettle had a hole in it, and there wasn't any other pot big enough to hold enough corn for the whole family. Forty-odd people eat a lot. By nightfall, Momma seemed to think she had worked out the problem with where Grandpa was going to sleep, and neither Grandpa or I bothered to tell her different.
That night, I got undressed a little more confidently, as Grandpa watched, then climbed out of his own clothes. "C'mere Honey," he said. "Old Grandpa's going to get his cute little granddaughter pregnant."
I smiled. Now was the time to clear up my confusion of the previous night. "Uh Grandpa?" I asked.
"Uhuh."
"That white-stuff you squirted inside me last night. Is that pregnant?"
Grandpa snickered. "No Lynn. That's 'getting you pregnant.' When I 'cum' in you, that gets you pregnant. Now do you understand?"

I had figured out by now, that what Grandpa and I had been doing was what they called "having sex," and that Momma thought I was a little too young for it, but Grandpa obviously didn't. I was determined to learn all about this "having sex" business, even (or especially) the new words and grammar that seemed to go along with it. I thought I had most of it figured out. The white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted inside me was "cum," and when he did it, he was "cumming" in me. There was also something else. This "pregnant" thing. Grandpa was giving me something called "pregnant." The only thing I had noticed was the white- stuff he had squirted in me. Maybe that was the "pregnant" he was talking about. I didn't want to look ignorant, especially when it came to sex, so I asked.
"Uh Grandpa?"
Grandpa grinned at me.
"When you squirt that white-stuff in me, are you giving me pregnant?"
Grandpa chucked. "No Honey. That's, 'Getting you pregnant.'"
I giggled, at the strange way of talking, but I wanted to be sure. After all, I didn't want to look ignorant, when we talked about sex. "So when you squirt that white-stuff inside me, that's 'pregnant,' or as you say 'gets me pregnant'?"
"Now you've got it, Sweets," said Grandpa, with a grin. "The sperm in my 'cum,' that's the white-stuff, 'gets you pregnant.' Is that what you what me to do?"
I remembered how sweet and warm it had been last night, and how nice it had felt, when Grandpa had squirted his thick sticky cum up inside me. The warm slick feeling of his "sperm" warming my tummy was nice, especially knowing how much Grandpa liked to squirt it inside me was simply delicious. I LIKED to make Grandpa feel good, after all he had done for me.
"Yeah Grandpa," I said; sure I had it now. "Get me some more pregnant. Please Grandpa?"
"No Lynn," corrected Grandpa, one last time. "It's 'get pregnant.' Or in your case, 'Get me pregnant, Grandpa,' if you really want me to."
"OK Grandpa," I said eagerly, glad that I had now mastered this curious syntax. Boy, you sure used words funny, when talking about sex! I tested it, to be sure I had it right now. "Grandpa," I said. "Squirt your 'sperm' in me, and get me some. . . I mean get me pregnant. Please Grandpa? Did I say it right?"
Grandpa nodded. "Hoo-Boy!" he said. "You sure did. Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Please Grandpa. I really do want to 'get pregnant.'"
"Well, I guess there's no doubt about that! C'mere Honey, and old Grandpa'll do his best to get his favorite granddaughter pregnant. Whooo! Who'd ever believe it, that I'd be standing naked, in my own daughter's house, while her sexy little girl asked me to 'get her pregnant'? Well, I may be a fool, but I'm still a man, and I might as well cut off my own balls, if I pass up a chance like this."

I was beginning to wonder if Grandpa was EVER going to quit babbling, when he pushed me back on the bed, and with a quick shove, soon had his big penis (He told me later to call it that) shoved all the way up inside me, where he was soon 'getting me pregnant' by squirting a lot of that sticky white-stuff inside me. Knowing Grandpa loved me enough to teach me about sex like this, got me so excited, I couldn't believe it. Suddenly, my body started jerking, and my little hole was squeezing on Grandpa's penis, milking every drop of Grandpa's 'pregnant' up inside me where it belonged.
Grandpa told me afterwards, that I'd just had an "orgasm" or "climax," and now I knew how good I made HIM feel, when he did it in me.
"You mean," I asked, "when you get me pregnant?"
Grandpa shuddered at the exciting idea, and nodded.
"Good!" I said. "Let's do it again!"
"Hoo Boy!" said Grandpa, but he didn't say "No."
For the next four nights, Grandpa did his best to "get me pregnant," as often as he could. Three or four times each night, I'd wake up to feel him either just climbing on top of me, or jerking himself to completion, as he filled my little tummy with squirt after squirt of his thick sticky cum. Each time, feeling him "cumming" inside me was usually enough to get me off as well, so I would climax with him, milking every drop of his precious sperm up inside my belly, until Grandpa had no more to give. Twice, during the day, Grandpa and I managed to sneak off during the day, so that he could "get me pregnant." Grandpa explained to me, that most people thought that little girls like me weren't supposed to have sex or get pregnant, until they were older. I thought this was silly, as what harm did it do? And besides, it sure was fun. So, we both kept it a secret, except maybe from Momma. I don't think she knew for sure, but she might have suspected something. Still, she didn't say anything after that first day, and let Grandpa sleep in my room until the reunion was over.
As the final day of the reunion came to an end, everyone but Grandpa was leaving. Grandpa still had two weeks, before he had to be back, and he had made it clear that he would be spending most of that time visiting with us. Momma was always happy to have Grandpa around, and he got along so well with us kids, that it was almost like an extra vacation.
About 6:00 Friday night, Momma and Papa took the big van to the airport, leaving Grandpa and me to watch over the house, and each other. "Now you take care of Grandpa," she told me, before she left, looking over my shoulder at Grandpa, giving him some kind of message also.
"Yes Momma." I planned on taking GOOD care of Grandpa. I did. Before the van was completely out of the driveway, I had stripped my panties from underneath my short little skirt, and Grandpa was pushing his thick cock up inside my tight little hole where it belonged. Ten minutes later, I was rewarded by feeling Grandpa's thick cock bulging inside me, as he worked to get me pregnant by filling my little tummy with squirt after squirt of thick sticky cum.

I didn't know how I was going to get along without feeling him inside me every night filling my belly with his warm soothing sperm, now that Momma no longer had to double everyone up, and there was a spare bedroom available. I told him that.
Grandpa said, "We'll work something out Honey." So I stopped worrying. I trusted him. After we both got "decent" again, we snuggled up on the couch together. I was getting a little sleepy, so Grandpa pulled a blanket over us.
I felt something soft and squishy underneath me. Grinning, I handed Grandpa something small, soft and white. He lifted it closer to his face, to make out what it is in the dim light of the flickering firelight. It was my panties. The crotch was extremely damp.
When he turned back to me, He was grinning from ear to ear. I blushed, then pointed to my lap. Then pointed to Grandpa. He quietly dropped the blanket to his knees, glanced at me and slowly unzipped his fly. I nodded. His dick emerged, throbbing again in anticipation. I felt my grin widen. We'd have to be careful, in case someone came back too early.
I crawled into his lap, straddling him, sitting back on my knees, reaching to grasp his dick in both hands, exploring it delightedly. There was a sound outside, but no one came in.
Glancing quickly about, Grandpa figured that all was well, and returned his gaze to the scene in his lap. Eyes closed tightly now, I moved forward; urging the big, hard thing down toward my crotch. Grandpa hurriedly pulled me to his chest, and settled the blanket over both of us, as I felt the maddeningly smooth warmth of his thick rod spreading my little pussy lips.
My grandfather's rigid dick slid easily and deeply into me, lubricated by my arousal, and his residual sperm. I rested my head against his chest, and gave a sigh of contentment, as his dick bottomed out in my tight little vagina.
Since he had cum copiously in me, not fifteen minutes before, Grandpa was less urgent this time. He reached beneath the blanket to find the hem of my skirt, his hands slipping beneath it to cup the soft flesh of my butt. His big horny hands felt rough against my skin, down to the point where I could feel his balls nestled against the soft flesh of my crotch.
I could feel Grandpa trace with one finger the tightly distended rim of the tiny hole where it wetly clasped the root of his dick. This drew a sharp intake of breath from me, so I clamped my mouth over his, moaning and sucking urgently at my grandfather's tongue.
Then I felt Grandpa reach back down, and cup my butt, lift me an inch, then settle me back down onto his lap. I broke the kiss, and sucked in my breath, while I collapsed against his chest, panting, both hands flying up to his head, hugging him, my fingers grasping blindly at his hair.
A motion to the left caught my eye. PAPA was strolling toward us, moving slowly, checking the house on his way to the bedroom. "Papa's coming!" I whispered urgently in Grandpa's ear.

Grandpa quickly tugged my hands from his hair, and settled them around his neck. He motioned with his eyes for me to pretend that I'm asleep.
Obediently, I dropped my head to his chest.
I was vaguely aware of Papa pausing nearby, to look down at the two of us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Papa smiling broadly at the scene -- a contented child apparently sleeping soundly beneath a blanket with her tolerant and friendly grandfather. Grandpa smiled back at him, hoping his smile didn't convey the delicious sensations he must have felt, as his dick throbbed deep inside my warm little 12-year-old vagina. Papa grinned at us, and moved on towards the bedroom.
Just in time. I couldn't hold out much longer. I felt a sweet, wet sucking sensation in my hole, as I began to take the initiative, slowly lifting and lowering myself on my grandfather. The blanket rose and fell with the motion of my ass, as I pleasured myself by gently stirring the rigid dick deep within my vagina.
I felt my breath quickening, beginning to come in gasps and ragged pants. My mouth was open and slack, and I could tell that I was drooling, but I couldn't help it. My saliva was soaking through Grandpa's shirt to moisten his shoulder, as I squirmed on my grandfather's lap. I knew I was getting close. So was Grandpa.
Grandpa's hands dropped beneath the blanket again. He reached up, forcing his hands between us, to cup those little bumps on my chest, that seemed to turn him on so much. His thumbs brushed the tiny, rigid spikes of my, by now swollen, nipples and suddenly I could take it no more. I started grinding myself down hard onto his dick, gasping and grunting.
A little too loudly. Momma had entered through the back door, and was checking the living-room also. I felt Grandpa tense, thumbs on my nipples, hands clasping my ribcage. "Shhhh!" I dimly responded, closing my eyes again and forcing myself to hold still. But I couldn't keep my body from trembling.
Momma blinked, and looked around. Seeing her little daughter in her grandfather's lap, Momma's face registered confusion for an instant -- then she smiled -- the same indulgent smile that Papa had given us.
Knowing that Momma was watching me, while Grandpa's cock pulsed in my belly was too much. The strain of holding out got too great. Suddenly I feel a hard, rhythmic sucking sensation -- as I squeezed Grandpa's dick hard: again, again, again, again --- my god, I was CUMMING! I couldn't help it. I clamped down so hard on Grandpa's cock, he must have felt like it was being cut off.
Somehow, I managed to force myself to remain completely still, as I shuddered into the first spasms of my climax, but my face contorted in ecstasy, and my grunts and snorts of sexual pleasure must have been unmistakable to my mother.

Momma's smile snapped into an openmouthed silent scream. She jerked the blanket from us, flicked my skirt out of the way, and stared in shock at what she saw. Her eyes widened at the spectacle of her deeply impaled little girl writhing lewdly on her own grandfather's swollen cock, grunting and fucking herself toward orgasm.
My eyes opened to look at Momma, my head still tight against Grandpa's chest, helpless and limp in my sexual ecstasy. I couldn't bear the thought of stopping now. "Please Momma," I whispered. "Don't make me stop."
Momma's expression wavered for an instant... I weakly reached for Momma with one limp hand...
Momma flashed one glance at Grandpa, then at me... then Momma reached out and softly stroked my hair, whispering in my ear as I let go. "It's OK Honey," she said. "Let yourself go. Momma's here."
Relieved, I closed my eyes, and crushed myself greedily against Grandpa, grunting and wheezing as the violent sensation of deep vaginal orgasm overwhelmed my body.
I know that the powerful spasms of my vagina were sucking and milking Grandpa's dick unmercifully -- He was going to come, too -- He wouldn't be able to help it...
I buried my face in his chest, as Grandpa's eyes were riveted on Momma -- still stroking and gentling me as I trembled through my orgasm -- Momma turned -- and made eye contact with Grandpa, just at the instant that his own eyes glazed over with the exquisite intensity of his orgasmic explosion deep inside his own daughter's little girl.
Some dark corner of Grandpa's mind must have dimly registered that Momma was still looking at him as the powerful spurts gushing into me finally dwindled, but his prostate had seized control. Grandpa squinted helplessly at his daughter as his body emptied itself into my vagina.
My pulse thundering in my temples, I struggled to focus. Gradually I become aware that I was still lying on Grandpa's chest, my own chest heaving from the force of my own orgasm, as Momma looked at her father with a level gaze. As my eyes opened, Momma leaned over and whispered something in her father's ear.
Grandpa didn't seem to understand. Momma smiled, then kissed him, once, full on the lips, very softly. She repeated herself, in a quiet whisper, "Did you enjoy it?"
Stunned by the question, under the circumstances, Grandpa was speechless.
Momma smiled again. "Oh, I hope you enjoyed it... as much as I did..."
Grandpa's head snapped to the right, to look at his daughter in astonishment. Momma was smiling again, lifting my skirt to reveal my smooth vulva, with a barely visible rivulet of white leaking from between two small, perfectly hairless pussy lips, as Grandpa's shrunken cock slithered out of me. I felt empty at the loss, but glad that Momma wasn't mad at us.
"Thanks for letting Grandpa's get me pregnant," I said.

Momma turned to me. "You WANT Grandpa to get you pregnant?" she asked, in astonishment.
I nodded. "Please Momma. I really do like it. I Like to feel him getting me pregnant. Please Momma?"
"Oh God!" said Momma. For a minute, Momma looked angry at her father; but then seeing me practically begging him to impregnate me, she relented. Momma knew that there wasn't a man in the world that would be able to resist a 12-year-old girl like me, begging him to fuck her, and get her pregnant. Even if she was his own granddaughter. "Oh go ahead. I guess it's too late now, anyway. Go on, knock the kid up. Just go easy on her. After all, she's still just a little girl, even if her body's a woman's," she said, as she looked at Grandpa. "You've got until it's time to go home, to make sure."
"I may NEVER go home then."
"Papa!"
"OK. . . Two weeks."
With Momma's permission this time. Grandpa began fucking me again. For a while, Momma watched Grandpa sliding his cock in and out of my slit, then she left. A few minutes later, as Grandpa and I were approaching another climax, and I was begging Grandpa to "Get me pregnant," I noticed that Momma was back, and she had Papa with her.
"I wouldn't have believed it," said Papa, "but you're right. She obviously DOES want him to. I'll be jiggered. You would have thought it would be Billy, or even me, but her own grandfather? Oh well, if that's what she wants. . . C'mon lets leave them alone."
"Don't go Papa," I said. "I Don't mind if you watch."
So Papa and Momma did. And afterwards, I watched them do it. The only one who might have felt left out, was Billy, but he was so wrapped up in his girlfriend, that I doubt he would have noticed if Grandpa and I had climbed into HIS bed at night, and fucked right next to him. Whatever. Anyway, Billy wasn't suffering sexually, at that time.
Momma and Papa regularly watched me fuck Grandpa the whole rest of the time that Grandpa was there. Two wonderful weeks. Two weeks of feeling Grandpa's thick cock in my tight little hole every night. Two wonderful weeks of sleeping with Grandpa, waking up to feeling his warm sticky liquid filling my tummy. Two weeks of wearing almost nothing that might get in the way of a "quickie." Two gorgeous weeks of knowing just how much my grandfather loved me, as he told me over and over again, thanking me for this wonderful opportunity. Two weeks of going to sleep each night with my tummy filled to bursting with my Grandfather's thick sticky sperm warming my tummy, and carrying it in my belly every day when I went out to play. Learning how to do it "dog- fashion" "woman on top" "missionary-style" "spoon-fashion" and too many other ways to count. Grandpa taught me to suck him off, always being careful to not "waste it" and have him finish by squirting it up inside my tummy where it belonged. He also taught me about "cunnilingus," when he got too exhausted to get it up. Two simply marvelous weeks.

Afterwards, when he was leaving, Grandpa seemed so happy that my period or "monthlies" hadn't come yet, when he left. At the time, I wondered why.
Two days later, I was bloody. I was in the bathroom, when Momma came in and caught me staring morosely at the red drop on my finger that announced the arrival of my period. Such a mess. It gave me cramps, and made me realize just how much I missed the warm smooth feel of Grandpa's "cum" inside me. Not to mention his wonderful thick cock. It'd be over a year, before Grandpa came back, and I didn't know HOW I was going to make it without feeling him "cumming" in me, "getting me pregnant." I was aching for the feel of his white sticky stuff inside me, instead of this mess. Momma seemed to understand.
"Got your period, huh?" she asked.
"Yeh," I sighed resignedly. Then I decided that Momma should know the rest of what was bothering me: Missing Grandpa's white-stuff squirting inside me, while I climaxed around his thick penis. "And Grandpa's no longer here to get me pregnant. SHIT!"
Momma must have felt sympathy for me. I guess, after having all those kids herself, she could feel for a daughter who wanted that badly to have one of her own.
"You want it that bad?" she asked. "You really did like the idea of Grandpa getting you pregnant that much?"
I nodded gloomily.
Momma seemed to come to a decision. "You know, Lynn," she said, after a long pause, "Grandpa's not the ONLY male member of this family, you know."
I gaped at her. Did she mean?
"Lynn," said Momma. "If you want it that bad, I'm sure that either your father, or your big brother would be happy to knock you up, if you only asked them."
My confusion must have told her that I didn't understand the words. "Get you pregnant," she explained. "Your father, or your brother would be happy to get you pregnant."
Oh! Getting "Knocked-Up," was the same as "Getting- pregnant." I tried to remember that. "Both of them?" I wondered hopefully.
"No silly." Momma gave me a loving smile that took the sting out. "You want to know who's it is."
I wondered about this. Surely I knew who was "getting me pregnant" when they did it. Oh well, I had noticed that neither Papa nor Billy had tried to do anything while Grandpa was. Maybe there was some special etiquette in sex that I didn't know about yet. I thought about it. "Papa," I said. "I want Papa to knock me up."
I must have gotten the words right, because Momma didn't correct me, and that night Papa came into my room. "Are you sure you want me to do this Princess?" he asked, before getting undressed.
I always melt inside when Papa calls me his "Princess." "Oh YES Papa!" I said. "Would you please get me pregnant? Please Papa?"

So Papa did. He put his big thick cock up inside me, and fucked me, and got me pregnant. I never had another period. Papa fucked me every night, at least once, and usually twice. Since he also had to take care of Momma, he didn't have as much for me as Grandpa had, but he still kept me sexually satisfied, even after I missed my period. He said he "owed it to me."
It wasn't until about 7 months later, when I had gained about 20 pounds, that I finally learned what I had done. My older sister had come home to visit, and looked at my swelling little tummy, smiled at me, and asked, "When's the baby due?"
"Baby?" I asked. "What baby?"
Everyone stared at me.

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BIGSIS.TXT (mf, teen, pedo, incest, cons)

Big Sister's Lessons
An Erotic Story

I'll never forget the time my big sister Karen, caught me and Danny playing with ourselves. Danny's my friend, who lived next door. The two of us were always together, getting into, and out of trouble together, all the time. We played baseball together, stole cookies together, and learned about life together. At least, until that time my sister caught us.
This time started out not much different than many of our other escapades. We were in my room, sorting baseball cards, when Danny told me of his latest caper. Both of us were 13, and had been trying to find out as much about sex, as we could without being caught. My parents had seen to it, that their kids knew most of the basics, such as that boys had penises, and girls had vaginas, and that babies were made, when a man put his penis inside a girl, and squirted something inside her. Danny told me, that his mother never told him anything. If it hadn't been for me, he said he would probably think that babies were brought by the stork, or were found in the cabbage-patch or something. By the time I am talking about, his mother seemed to figure that he already knew about boys and girls, by osmosis or something.
At the time I am speaking of, Danny and I were both eager to find out what really went on between older men and women. We knew there was more to it than "Man puts penis inside girl, and BOOM, there's a baby!" The trouble is, we didn't know what the "more" consisted of; so we tried to find out by spying, and listening in on my older sister and other teenagers; as they tried to "make out." This "Making out" business, we weren't sure what it was, but it sure sounded like fun, as all the older boys were trying to do it, and even the girls, though they mostly seemed to hold off better than the boys.
Besides this, both of us were desperately eager to find out what girls really looked like, underneath their clothes. With three sisters in the house, and my mother, you'd think that I had a better chance of sneaking a peek, and getting a look at what one of the opposite sex really looked like, but that wasn't the case. Or at least it wasn't, until that afternoon. Living with just his little sister Chrissy, and his mother, had made things rather casual over at Danny's house. He occasionally got glimpses of both his sister, and mother, when they got up during the night, and went to the bathroom. Since his room was the one right next to the bathroom, he left his door open, and pretended to be asleep, whenever he heard one of them get up during the night. He never got more than a glimpse though, of his little sister's body, or his mother's mature vagina as they whipped in and out, hoping they weren't observed. Me, the best I ever saw, was when we went to the beach, and my sisters wore bikini's. But everyone saw that, so no big deal.

The only time I ever saw any more, was the time, I had inadvertently walked in on my big sister, when she was getting dressed for a date. Mother had asked me to give Karen her blouse, as it had just gotten dry, and she needed it to get ready. I was completely unprepared for the sight I got, as I walked into my big sister's bedroom. Karen was sitting on the bed, not naked, but in bikini panties, and bra, combing her hair. She took the blouse from me, thanked me, and continued combing. The blouse had slipped from my fingers, and frankly I was staring. My sister was beautiful! She had pert little tits, that filled out the red brassiere so nicely, with a mound of skin filling up the top. Her matching red panties were filled by a plump little ass that I just ached to reach out and touch. But these didn't get much more than a passing glance from me. The thing that drew my eyes like a magnet, was the bare skin that showed, all the way from the top of her panties, to the bottom of her bra. Karen had such smooth creamy skin, a slightly rounded little belly, and her bellybutton was the perfect center to all this feminine pulchritude. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I think now, that my sister knew that I was staring at her, and was enjoying it. Finally, Karen turned to me, and said, "Got your eyeballs back in yet Mike?" I felt as if I was going to die from embarrassment, as my sister got up, and walked unconcernedly past me, to the closet. As she passed me, I got a whiff of her scent. Karen wasn't wearing any perfume; she just smelled of pretty girl fresh from the shower. Even now, years later, the thought of that smell alone, is enough to give me a hard-on. At the time, it was devastating. My little pecker was so hard in my pants, that it's a wonder that I didn't have an accident. In my embarrassment, and shame, I didn't look where I was going, and tripped over my sister's dress, on the way out of the door, increasing my embarrassment a hundredfold. I though I was going to die, but my big sister just giggled, and told me, "It's OK Mike, I don't mind," as I took off for my room, nursing a sore elbow. That little episode gave Danny and me, conversation material for several weeks.
The afternoon in question, Danny had been telling me about what had happened the previous night. His mother had gone out for the evening, and had left him to watch over the house, and his little sister. Previously, they had both had a babysitter, but Danny's mother figured that Danny was old enough now, to look after himself, and his little sister too. Danny had been so proud, he was almost ready to burst, but this wasn't what had excited him the most. It seems, that when it came time to go to bed, his little sister had been taking a bath, and had forgotten the soap. When he went in and handed it to her, Chrissy had been standing naked, beside the tub, while she waited for her brother to find some. Danny had gotten a really good look at his little sister's pouting young slit, before the little girl took the soap, and climbed into the tub.

Seeing his little sister naked, in the bathroom, had gotten Danny so excited, he couldn't sleep that night. He kept thinking about his little sister, lying there naked, in the next room, under her sheets. (It seems, that nobody at Danny's house ever wore pajamas, or nightclothes of any kind to bed.) Finally, the thoughts got to be too much, and Danny padded down to his little sister's room, and opened the door. His little sister was sleeping, and didn't wake up, when he called her name.
After calling, "Chrissy," softly, and then louder, Danny got up enough courage to walk over to his sister's bed, and look down on her. Telling himself, that it was his duty, to see that the little girl was OK, he noticed that his sister had somehow gotten the blankets all twisted up, and was just sleeping underneath the bedspread. Danny decided that he'd better tuck the little girl in, like his mother used to. Pulling off the bedspread, he almost fainted at the sight of his little sister lying there naked, sprawled out on the bed. Danny decided that he'd never get a better chance to see what little girl's looked like, so he examined his little sister, from the tips of her flat little breasts, down the tiny little hole that made a split in the mound between the little girl's legs. Danny couldn't stop himself from reaching out and touching it. It was warm as smooth, and as his finger ran across the opening, slippery. Danny pulled his hand away like a shot, as the shock ran up his arm. He knew, that if he didn't stop right then, he'd be sticking his finger up inside his little sister's hole, just to see what it felt like, and how'd he explain that, if Chrissy woke up?
Danny had just started to pull the sheets up over the little girl, when he saw his sister looking straight at him. "What'cha doin' Danny?" she asked.
"Just tucking you in," Danny said, as he hurriedly pulled the sheets straight, and then the blankets. He was sweating, as he thought about how close that had been.
"You were looking at me, wernt'cha?" The little girl's soft voice made Danny's hair stand on end. How much had the little girl been aware of?
Danny was about to deny it, as he finished straightening out the bedspread, and the little girl snuggled down to sleep, but his sister's next words left him speechless. "I d'mind," said Chrissy, sleepily. "You c'n look, if you wanna'."
Danny told me that he had felt like pulling the covers off his little sister, and really taking a good look, but Chrissy seemed to be actually falling asleep, and he was worried about when his mother would be home.
By the time Danny had finished his story, both of us were so excited, we felt we had to stop, and play with ourselves. The two of us had been playing with ourselves for over a year, ever since we found out how good it felt. We weren't really "jacking off" as neither of us had yet cum, but we pulled on our pricks for what seemed like hours, sometimes. Once, Danny had kissed the head of my prick, and I had kissed his (at his insistence. He said it was only fair.) We didn't do that again, as it didn't feel as good, as when our fingers pulled on the whole thing.

"Tell me again, what her vagina looked like," I panted, knowing only the clinical term, as I hadn't yet learned the words cunt, pussy, or snatch, and certainly wouldn't have associated them with what little girl's had.
"Well," said Danny, pointing to his own little penis, sticking out like a fat pencil, from between his legs, "she didn't have a penis, like this, or even any balls underneath. It was just kinda' smooth, y'know, and where your penis is, there was this little hole. Only it wasn't round, y'know, it went up and down, and looked somewhat like one of those fuzzy fruits you eat. . . Wha'dya call 'em? Neck. . . something or other."
"Peaches?" I supplied, as that was the only fuzzy fruit I could think of.
"Yeah, like that. Like a peach, only not fuzzy, but smooth." He paused, then blurted, "Nectarines! that's what I was thinking about. Only, I think peaches are better."
"Tell me more," I panted, excited as much as he was.

It was at this moment, that the roof fell in. Or at least, so it seemed at the moment. "I think he's told you enough," came the firm voice of my older sister. "Don't you Danny?"
Standing in the doorway, was my older sister, leaning against the frame, as she gave us both a look, that chilled us to the bone. "Caught!" we both thought, as we scrambled for our clothes.
"You might as well leave them off," said Karen to me, as Danny continued struggling to get his pants on. "Danny, you'd better get home."
I was really scared now. I was going to get paddled. Probably by Daddy, and on my bare butt. By the time Danny finished dressing, and was on his way out the door, we were both crying. My sister stopped Danny on his way out, and whispered something in his ear that must have made him feel better, because by the time I saw him cross the yard, he was looking more like his cheerful self, than scared of being punished. I figured that this meant that I was going to get the brunt of the punishment instead.

"So, my little brother wants to know what girls look like," said Karen. "Well, We'll just have to see what we can do about that. Now you," she continued, glaring at me, "finish getting undressed." When I looked at her, she amplified, "Yes, everything. Shoes, socks, shirt, the works!"
Our parents were gone for the weekend, and had left Karen in charge. They had made it clear, before they left, that what she said, went. I figured that whatever punishment Karen was going to meet out, would be better than what Daddy would do when he got home, or even Mother. Besides, I knew that Karen was fair. If she punished me now, she wouldn't tell our parents on me later. I resolved to take my punishment without flinching.

Karen's next move surprised me. "Diane!" she yelled. "Suzy! Get your butts in here! NOW!" There was a scramble of motion from the other room, and within a few seconds my two little sisters were in my room staring at me. I wanted to climb in bed, and cover myself with the blankets, but Karen wouldn't let me.
"Your big brother here," she said sarcastically, "wants to see what girls look like naked. I think we should teach him what it's like to be looked at, don't you? How'd you like to see what a boy looks like naked?" When both my sisters nodded, she continued, "Well, go ahead and look. He won't stop you." With this, she gave me a look, that told me that I'd better not, if I knew what was good for me.
Diane was the first one to get up enough nerve. Shyly, she came over, and knelt down in front of me, to where her face was almost in front of my crotch. "Wow!" she breathed. "It looks so soft!" I could feel her breath on my penis, as she whispered.
By this time, Suzy was trying to push her older sister aside. "Let me look too!" she complained. Shortly, both of my two younger sisters were looking me over, as if I were a piece of meat, in the butcher shop. Diane started to reach out and touch my prick, then stopped. "Can I touch it?" she asked, looking first at me, then up at our big sister.
"If he doesn't mind," said Karen, as if it made no difference to her. "But, isn't this a little unfair. You get to see him, and he doesn't get to see you. If you're going to be feeling him up, don't you think you should get undressed yourself first?"
"If I didn't mind!" I was so far from minding, that I would have given three weeks' allowance, to have my little sister touch my cock. Then Karen's other words sunk in, and I felt as though I had been snatched from purgatory, straight into heaven. She wasn't only not going to punish me, she was actually arranging it so that I could get the look at a girl I had been wanting! I was so busy marveling at this revelation, that I was barely aware of both my little sisters getting undressed, until Karen spoke up.
"Well," said Karen, "if everybody else is going to strip, I guess I'd better too." Frankly, I stared, along with Diane and Suzy, as our big sister shrugged out of her sweater, and started taking off her mini-skirt.
"Well," she said again, "what are you two standing there for?" With this, she gave a glare at our two little sisters, who had paused in their own undressing to watch their big sister undress. Diane and Suzy hurriedly finished stripping, and stood watching Karen, as she took off her shoes and reached for her bra.
"What's the matter?" she asked, suddenly conscious of the three pairs of eyes on her bosom, as she started to remove the lacy brassiere. "Haven't you ever seen a grown woman's breasts before?"
All three of us shook our heads.

"Well," suddenly giggled Karen, "there's a first time for everything, isn't there? I think that tonight, there's going to be a lot of firsts!" With this, she reached behind her back, and gave a funny kind of shrug, and the bra came loose. For a minute, Karen kind of posed, with the bra in one hand, as her breasts came free. To this day, when I think of the perfect breast, my sister's comes to mind, just as she looked that day. Her breasts were high and firm, with no hint of sag, or over- fullness, smooth rounded bumps on her chest, that had rosy pink nipples, surrounded by a pink ring, that just made you want to suckle on them. Even afterwards, after all that we've done together, I still envy her children, who got to suck on them as much as they wanted, when they were babies. Of course, that was much later. At the time, I just wanted to reach out and feel them; to see if they were real. I'd never seen anyone with bumps on their chest before, and didn't know what they were. Most of the women I knew (like my mother) wore such baggy dresses, that you almost weren't sure they had breasts, let alone ones like these. Of course, I was aware that older girls were different up top, but I had never really seen how different, until then.
My sister saw my reaching hand, and stopped me. "Later," she told me. I was in ecstasy. She hadn't said, "No!" I felt like I was willing to wait forever, if she was going to let me. It was about this time, when my sister started to pull down her pants that she really blew my mind. Karen was standing there naked, except for her lacy red panties (the same ones she had worn on that night, several months ago.), and was about to pull them off, when an idea occurred to her. "You do it," she said.
"Huh?" I gaped at her.
"You wanted to see what a girl looks like naked. You take them off."
I couldn't believe my ears, but that didn't stop me. Shivering with excitement, I reached for my sister's waist, and started pulling on the thin red elastic. The feel of my big sister's skin against my fingertips sent a shock up my arm. Her skin was so soft, and warm. I jerked my hand away, as the feel of her creamy smooth skin almost burned my fingers. Karen reached out, grabbed my hand, and placed it firmly back on her waist, where the top edge of her panties was. I felt as if I was in heaven, as I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of her panties, and started pulling them down. The thought burned in my mind: I was actually going to see my first naked pussy, not only of a girl, but of the most beautiful woman I have ever known. (I know, I know. My other two sisters were already standing naked next to me, with their naked pussies right out there where I could look at them; but at the moment, I wasn't even aware of their presence.)

As I started pulling my sister's panties down, my nose suddenly notified me that my sister was a woman! The warm musky smell that arose from my sister's crack, wasn't at all the same showered clean little-girl smell that I had noticed before. If I had the experience then, that I have now, that smell would have had me knowing that I was going to get laid that night, because no woman I have ever known could get that excited, and still refuse me. Still, at the moment, all I knew was that the smell excited me, and stimulated me beyond belief. As I pulled my sister's panties down, the smell intensified, until I was almost ready to cum, even though I never had before. My prick was so hard, I felt like I could drive nails with it. Finally, I managed to get the panties down far enough that my sister could step out of them, and I stepped back, to look (really LOOK), at what I had uncovered.
Did I mention before, that my sister Karen was gorgeous? I did? Well, she was. At 14, Karen looked like a goddess. Even now, years later, at 24 she has a figure that most women would kill for, and Michelangelo would have given an arm, if he could have had her for a model. At the time, to a 13 year old boy, a wet-dream doesn't do justice to the way she made me feel. I stared at her, trying to memorize her body, from her perfect tits, down to the "vee" of her fuzzy little cunt, now slightly wet with excitement. Her legs were perfectly shaped, and had just enough rounding to match the smooth roundedness of her plump little ass. Up above, her face was set off by the most beautiful cascades of brown hair you could imagine, that reached almost to her waist. Of course, I had always known that Karen had a beautiful face, and hair, so these didn't attract my attention, so much at that moment. At that moment, my eyes were glued to the spot between her thighs, where the fuzz ended, and the puffy lips of her vagina could just be seen. I didn't know, at the time, that the puffiness was caused by her excitement, at being seen naked by her own little brother.
My reverie was broken by my little sister's excited words. "Can I touch it now?" Diane was staring as raptly at my throbbing penis, as I had been staring at Karen.
"Could she touch it?!" It was almost as if a bomb exploded in my head. There was nothing in the world I wanted more, than to have my little sister touch my cock. Except, maybe having my big sister do it. I barely managed to croak, "Unhuh," and incline my head, as I was speechless.
Diane reached out, and stroked the head with her cool little fingers. It was the last straw for me. I was as surprised as she was, when my little peter began squirting a white liquid all over her hand, her naked little breasts, and flat little tummy. I had never cum before in my life, so at first I was worried that something bad was happening, until Karen spoke up and said, "Do it Mike. That's it! Cum on your little sister. Squirt it all over her." With this, Karen reached down, and milked the last drops of sperm onto my little sister, joining a trickle that was running down towards the little girl's slit. Then Karen did something, that still gives me a thrill, when I think of it today.

Karen reached down, and scooped up a big glob of sperm that was trickling down Diane's belly with her finger, and pushed the sperm-covered finger right up inside the little girl's slit. "This'll make you slipperier inside, and ready," she said. Ready for what, she didn't say. She added as almost an afterthought, "It's really all supposed to go up inside you. I hate to see it go to waste."
Taking Karen's comment as an instruction, Diane began scooping up the remaining gobs of white from her belly and breasts, and trying to put them inside herself. After a few minutes of this, Diane had stopped trying to get more stuff inside her hole, and was just sliding her finger in and out, as she got more and more excited. I recognized the symptoms of her excitement, as the same ones I got when I played with myself, so I started getting excited again too.
"You do it for her," breathed Karen in my ear. She was so excited herself, that she could barely breathe. "Diane, you do Mike, while he does you."
Diane had been lying back on the bed, working her finger in and out of her little slit, when Karen interrupted. She turned out to be quite willing, however. As I reached for my little sister, Diane reached for me, at almost the same moment. Soon, I was sliding my big finger in and out of my little sister's slit, as she massaged my cock with her slippery little hand. It wasn't long, before we were both gasping from excitement, as my little sister's vagina clutched my finger like a calf sucking on its mother's teat.
Diane wasn't very far from her orgasm, and I was almost ready to squirt a second load of sperm all over my little sister's belly, when Karen stopped us.
"Wait," she said, "let's do this right. I'll help. Diane, you lie back on the bed, and spread your legs. Mike, you get between Diane's legs, and I'll show you what to do."
Following my big sister's directions, I climbed on the bed, as Diane spread her legs, allowing me to climb between them. I approached my little sister, with my prick bobbing, dribbling a clear liquid all over my little sister's leg. Karen reached down, grabbed my swollen penis, and directed it into my little sister's hole. "Now push!" she commanded, and I did.
There was a slight snapping sensation, and Diane said, "Ow!" as my penis slid into her belly with a rush. After that, neither of us was capable of saying a word, as we were suddenly grunting and groaning from our impeding climaxes. I didn't really fuck my little sister. That is, I didn't slide it in and out, as you might expect. I was too excited for that, and so was Diane. I just kept pushing my cock as hard as I could up inside the little 11 year old girl, while she pushed back at me, just as hard. Diane had unconsciously wrapped her legs around me, and was working as hard as she could to force another inch of my cock up inside her. All of a sudden it was too much. The feeling of my little sister's smooth belly rubbing against mine, her panting in my ear, her legs around my waist, but most of all her tight little snatch squeezing and sucking on my prick like a milking machine gone out of control. It was all too much.

Suddenly, I was squirting thick sticky white stuff out of my penis again. Only this time, I was squirting it where it belonged, right up inside the welcoming belly of my own 11 year old little sister. Spasm after spasm shook me, as I emptied myself inside the little girl. Diane was right with me. As I reached my second climax of my life, my little sister reached what was probably her first. Gasping and grunting, her little cunt spasmed around my squirting cock, milking every last drop up inside her tight little belly, and trying for more. It was only when my penis had shrunk so that it couldn't remain inside her any more, that she finally slowed down.
"Oh boy!" she panted in my ear. "That was good!"
I had to agree. It was only afterwards, that we became aware of the two other interested parties watching us.
"That," said Karen, "is called fucking. Now you two know why everyone wants to do it!"
"Oh," I said numbly. "So that's what it is."
Diane was too exhausted to do more, than just pant happily in my ear, as we lay there, with a bubble of white just starting to ooze up out of her tiny little slit. "I don't care what they call it," she finally panted. "I like it." She gave me a hug.
"I do too," I panted back in her ear, as I returned the hug.
Suzy spoke up, for the first time, since entering the room. "That was awesome," said the 9 year old little girl. "When can I do it?"
"Are you sure you want to?" asked Karen. "You're a little small."
"I don't think I can, anyway," I said. "I'm beat."
"That's not fair!" said Suzy. "I'm telling Mommy, that Diane got to fuck Mike, and I didn't!"
Fear coursed through my veins. Somehow, I knew that our parents wouldn't be too pleased to hear Suzy say that. Karen must have been even more frightened. "You can fuck too," she reassured the little girl. "If you really want to. But you've got to promise you won't tell anybody!"
"Not anybody?" asked the little girl. "Not even Mommy?"
"Especially not Mom, or Dad either," said Karen. "If you tell either of them, they'll probably make us stop. Is that what you want?" Everybody in the room, held their breath, until Suzy made up her mind.
"No," said Suzy. "OK. I won't tell. But Mike's got to fuck me, just like he did Diane. It's only fair."
"If you really want to," I said, secretly thrilled by the idea, but trying to act bored, as if I got to fuck 9 year old girls every day. "But you'll have to wait, until I get hard again." After cumming once on, and another time, in, one little sister, my once erect penis now looked like a wet-noodle.
"That can be fixed," giggled Karen. "Come here, little sister. If you want to fuck, you'll have to learn how to get it up," she continued, as Suzy came over, and looked at my limp member. "Now first, get ahold of it. Easy!" she added, as Suzy grabbed my cock with a grip that threatened to tear it off. "Now lick it, and suck it," she said.

"But it's all gooey, and it's been inside Diane's. . ." Suzy's voice trailed off.
"That just makes it taste good," said Karen, almost blowing my mind again. "Here, let me show you, what I mean." With this, my older sister reached out, took my penis in her hand, leaned over me, so that her hair was brushing my stomach, and. . . and. . . and she swallowed my cock! At first, I was scared that she was going to bite it off, or something, but then the feeling of her warm mouth, and lively little tongue on my little peter hit me like a sledgehammer.
"Oooh!" I moaned. "Gee that feels good." Karen was right alongside me now, and I couldn't resist reaching out, and feeling my big sister's gorgeous ass, that was now only a foot away. Karen didn't pull away, as I started feeling her up, she just kept bobbing her head up and down on my penis, until it started to expand again.
"See. Like that," she told Suzy, as she reluctantly pulled her mouth off my swelling cock. "Now, let's see you do it."
Obediently, Suzy leaned over, and started sucking, as Karen straightened up. My hand slipped down over her ass, and between her thighs, feeling a drool of wetness coming from the hair between my big sister's legs. "Ow!" I said, as Suzy's teeth rubbed against the tip of my cock. "Don't bite it. Just suck it, like Karen did."
"Sorry," mumbled Suzy around my cock. This time, the little girl did better. Soon, my little sister was sucking up and down, as if she'd been doing it for years. The stimulation of Suzy's blow-job, and feeling up my big sister (not to mention smelling her!), soon had me to the point I was about to erupt again.
"Unh," I warned, "Suzy, I'm gonna'. . ." I didn't know how to say it, but I was about to cum in my horny little sister's 9 year old mouth.
Karen did know how to say it. "Suzy! Stop!" she commanded. "If you keep that up, he's going to squirt his cum in your mouth."
Suzy paused, and replied, "I don't mind. You were right, It tastes good. He can squirt in my mouth, if he wants to."
Karen interrupted again, as Suzy's mouth started to descend again to my throbbing prick. "I thought you wanted to fuck," she said. "If you suck him off, You won't get fucked."
"Oh," said Suzy. "What do I do now, then?"
"Well," said Karen, "you can either climb on top of him, and put it in yourself, or you can have him do it, like he did to Diane."
Suzy looked at my erect member, and gulped. "I think I'll do it like Diane did," she squeaked. "I don't think I could do it on top." With this, the little girl lay back on the bed, alongside me, and said, "OK Mike, Do it to me. Fuck me, just like you did Diane."

I looked over at my big sister. Karen was rubbing herself between the legs, obviously just as excited as we were. "Do it Mike," she said. "Fuck your little sister. Let me see you impregnate your own sister. Squirt your cum in her Mike." Karen was obviously in some kind of fantasy of her own. Not really understanding what my big sister was babbling about, except that she wanted to see me fuck our little sister, I approached Suzy, and put the tip of my stiff cock up against the little girl's tiny little hole.
I pushed. Nothing happened, except that my cock bent under the strain. I pushed in harder. Still nothing.
"Dammit!" said Suzy. "Why won't it go in?"
"You're just too small," I said. "It won't fit."
Karen spoke up again. "Get her slippery, with your cum, then push."
Following my big sister's directions, I took a glob of cum that was leaking out of the tip of my penis, and rubbed it around the little girl's hole. Then, placing the tip up against the slit, I started pushing again. Slowly, my cock started to slide into my little sister.
"Ow!" said Suzy, as the head of my cock suddenly slipped inside her.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, anxiously. The feeling of the little girl's vagina squeezing on the tip of my cock was exquisite. It was so tight, and so lively. I could feel my sister's involuntary spasms; as her tight little cunt milked the head of my cock.
"No. Just go easy huh?" gasped Suzy.
I couldn't go too easy, or it wouldn't go in; my little sister was so tight. Still, I did my best. Working the tip in and out, each time, until it wouldn't go in any farther. I still had over half of my cock outside the little girl. "That's as far as it'll go," I said, somewhat disappointed.
Suzy was almost crying in disappointment also. "That's it?" she asked. "Diane took a lot more than that!"
Karen said something to the effect: "You've got to bust her cherry."
"Huh?" said Suzy and I together, not understanding.
Karen mumbled something to herself, that sounded like, "Idiot Kids!" Then she reached some kind of decision. The next thing I knew, my big sister had walloped me on the behind with her bare hand. I don't know where she got the strength, but if felt like it was going to raise a blister, she hit me so hard.
My yowl of pain, was echoed by a screech from my little sister. In pulling away from the swat Karen had delivered; I had forced my cock all the way up inside Suzy, tearing something inside her.
"What'dya' do that for?" I asked. "I think I tore Suzy inside. Are you OK Suzy?" I asked my little sister.
"It hurts!" said Suzy, sending a black look at our older sister.
"O God!" I said. "She's bleeding! We'd better get her to the hospital! What are you waiting for Karen? Suzy's hurt!"

My big sister seemed to be in some kind of fit. Then I realized! Karen was laughing! "I can see it now," she chortled. "Nurses running all over the place, and when they ask what happened, we tell them, 'Oh nothing, Suzy just got her cherry popped by her big brother!'" Karen started laughing harder than ever.
By this time, I had figured that it couldn't be too serious, if Karen was taking it so lightly. "What do you mean, cherry popped?" I asked. "It felt like I tore something inside Suzy."
"It hurts," repeated Suzy.
Karen finally composed herself enough to answer, "It's supposed to hurt." She continued to me, "And you did tear something inside her. Her 'cherry,' or maidenhead, you dummy. You just took your little sister's virginity."
All of a sudden a light began to dawn. I vaguely remembered something about a piece of tissue that women had inside their vagina's from our parent's lessons.
"You mean I'm not a virgin any more?" sniffled Suzy.
"Technically no," giggled Karen, then continued, "Some people don't think it counts, until a guy cums inside you though. You are going to cum inside her, aren't you?" she asked me.
I looked at my little sister questioningly. If she said no, I'd make do somehow.
Suzy gulped, then asked, "Will it hurt?"
Karen nodded. "Just a little, this time. Next time, not so much. Probably not at all, after that. When I first got fucked, it felt so good when the guy squirted his cum inside me, I forgot all about the pain."
Suzy gulped again, but said bravely, "Do it big brother. Fuck me, and cum in me, like Karen says."
My prick had gone soft, when I thought Suzy was hurt, but had risen again when the two girls started talking about squirting cum inside them. Once more, I approached my little sister, and pushed the head of my cock up against her tight little hole. This time, my penis slid all the way up inside the little girl when I pushed.
"Ooof!" said Suzy. Then, "It's OK Mike. It doesn't hurt too much."
I looked down at where my cock was buried in my little sister's belly. Suzy's legs were spread, and her little slit was obscenely stretched around the base of my swollen penis. I could feel the involuntary flutters of the child's vagina squeezing on my cock with a tightness that was almost unbelievable. The little girl was almost milking me off, and I wasn't even moving. I flexed my prick, and saw Suzy's belly bulge. I felt like I could reach down and grab my prick through the skin of my little sister's belly, and jack myself off inside her.
"Ooh! That feels good Mike. Do that again!" said Suzy.
Once again, I flexed my prick inside my little sister, drawing a groan from her. "More!" she gasped.

I pulled about an inch of my cock out of my sister, then pushed it back in again. "Unnggh!" said Suzy. I did it again; only this time, Suzy pushed back. The last half-inch of my cock slid inside the little girl. The tightness was unbelievable. I pulled out, then slid it home again, and watched in amazement, as ripples ran down my little sister's belly, while her vagina went into spasms around my cock. Squeeze, squeeeeze, SQUEEZE. The little girl was gasping incoherently now. "Ungh Ungh Uuuunnngghh!"
It was too much for me. Once again my cock squirted the thick milky stuff that Karen called cum inside my sister. Only this was my little 9 year old sister, Suzy.
"That's it," groaned Karen in my ear, as she watched me mating with our little sister. "Cum in her Mike. Let me see you knock the kid up." Karen was back in her fantasy again.
"Huh?" I gasped, not understanding. Besides, the feeling of my little sister's vagina milking the sperm out of my cock was too intense for me to hold a very intelligible conversation.
"Squirt your sperm inside your little sister," amplified Karen. "I wantta' watch you make a baby in Suzy."
All of a sudden, my big sister's words made sense. A man squirted something inside a girl to make a baby. I was squirting something inside Suzy. I was making a baby inside my own little sister! It was way too late to pull out, and besides my big sister's fantasy was catching. "Ooooh. OooooH!" I groaned. "Take it Suzy. Take my cum. Let me make a baby inside you." All this, while sending squirt after big thick sticky squirt of incestuous sperm right up inside my little 9 year old sister's unprotected young womb.
By now, Suzy had caught Karen's meaning, and was just as excited by the idea as I was. "Do it," she gasped, working even harder, if possible. "Make a baby in me Mike. Let me feel you squirt the stuff that makes babies inside me."
I pushed up one last time, and let the last of my sperm trickle into the little girl's vagina, then collapsed on top of my little sister. "Ooooh!" I gasped. "Thanks Little Sister."
"Thank You!" gasped Suzy in return. The little girl's breathing in my ear slowly subsided.
"Wow!" said Diane, as she watched us slowly recovering. "So that's how people make babies." Suddenly, she turned to our big sister. "Does that mean I'm pregnant?" she asked. "I'm not sure I'm ready to have a baby yet."
Karen reassured her, telling us that both she and Suzy were too young yet to have babies, but would know they were old enough, when they started bleeding each month from their vagina. "In the meantime," she said, "you can fuck all you want, without having to worry, like I do. It was just kind of fun to pretend that Mike was actually making a baby in you."
I was just starting to breathe easier, when Diane said, "Bleeding from your vagina? I did that last week. Mommy showed me how to wear pads, to keep it from making a mess."

"O Shit!" said Karen, turning white. Then, "Well, we'll just have to see. You probably won't get pregnant. It's your first time, and you just started having periods. Hopefully you won't catch. In the meantime, I'd better get some rubbers, if you're going to be fucking Mike. I know that once I started, I couldn't stop, so I imagine it'll be the same with you two."
Diane then turned to me, and said something that I still treasure to this day. "I don't mind, if you get me pregnant, Mike. You can make a baby in me, if you want to."
At this, Karen started shuddering. At first, I thought she was scared. Then I realized what was happening. My big sister was cumming. The thought of me getting Diane pregnant, along with me feeling her up (by this time, my fingers had made their way up to Karen's damp pussy, and I had unconsciously been sliding my finger in and out between the lips of her slippery vagina), had caused Karen to climax also. Shortly, Karen collapsed on the bed alongside me, pulling my finger out of her as she fell. It almost felt as though she was breaking my arm, as she crumpled on the bed, on top of my arm. "Oh Fuck, fuck, FUCK" My big sister's words got louder, as she desperately grabbed her crotch. "I need a FUCK" she exclaimed.
"Fuck her," said Diane.
"But," I started.
"Yeah. Fuck her," breathed Suzy in my ear. "She looks like she needs it bad."
I looked at my big sister again. She did look in need of something. She was rubbing herself between the legs, straining for something that didn't seem to come, and getting more and more desperate about it. I could see tears running out of the corners of her eyes, as she strained.
"But what if?" I started again.
"You heard her, she's already been fucking. Go ahead, before she loses it," reassured Diane.
I looked again at Karen. She kept straining so hard, and didn't seem to be making it. "OK," I said, "here goes."
With this, I climbed over my sister's leg, and started forcing her legs apart, as I got ready to push my newly erect penis up in my big sister's vagina. A dribble of sperm still leaked from the head, so I knew there would be enough lubrication.
Karen suddenly realized what I was doing. "Oh Mike. What are you? . . . Oh. You mustn't. . . Oh that feels good." Her words were disorganized, and her body obviously wasn't listening, because she was pushing her hips up to meet mine, all the while trying to say something about how we shouldn't be doing this. "Oh Mike. You shouldn't be doing this to your sister," she said, ignoring the fact that I had already been doing this to both of my other two sisters, with her encouragement. While she said this, her squirming had taken half my cock up inside her vagina.

"Oh God Mike, that feels good!" she said, hunching back at me. "But I could get pregnant. You've got to pull out!" All the while squirming her belly against mine, and forcing more and more of my swollen penis up inside herself. "Oh god Mike," she repeated. "I could have a baby. Just the sperm on your cock right now, could get me pregnant," she said, looking down between our bodies where the light fuzz around the base of my cock had met her pubic hair. "You don't want to make a baby in me do you Mike?"
I couldn't say a word. The inside of my big sister's vagina was unbelievably hot. My other two sisters had been tighter, but Karen's vagina was pulling and squeezing on my swollen cock in a manner that showed me that my other two sisters had a long way to go.
"Do you Mike?" repeated Karen, wrapping her legs around me, so I couldn't have gotten away, if I wanted to. "Do you want to make a baby in me? . . . Make a baby in me? . . . Make a baby in me. . . Oh Mike!" she breathed, panting heavily in my ear. "Do it! Make a baby in me. Knock me up, Mike. Get me pregnant with your cum. Squirt the stuff that makes babies in your big sister's womb, and make a baby in her."
My sister's actions were finally too much for me. Her vagina was squeezing on my cock, like a milking machine. Her words were almost as stimulating. I couldn't help myself. I knew I was going to ejaculate my sperm one more time that afternoon, and I didn't have any choice, of where it would go. Even if I had wanted to withdraw from inside my big sister, I couldn't have. Her legs were wrapped around me, as the urge to reproduce had overtaken her, and she strove mightily to mate with her own brother. I felt the first trickle of cum spurt up inside my big sister.
Karen must have felt it or something, because her actions grew wilder, if possi